The shamans foretold of the fateful ascent of forsaken
(Sound the horn and speak the creed)
Those destined to drown all the mountains and poison the seas
(Songs of heroes unsung)
Sensing mortal lament
Two warrior tribes blessed by their heaven-sent
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The fabric of time in the parallel world has been shaken
(Sound the horn and speak the creed)
Monstrosities leak out of crevices deep in the crust
(Songs of heroes unsung)
Siege on the plains has begun
Reflected on beaches of the rising sun
Gates of paradise shut
A cycle diverged to turn all
To dust
Off to war, oh Lords of honor and chaos
Axemen of the north, swordsmen of the east
Skalds and scrolls will sing of divine carnage
Quench your blades with blood of evil fiends
To the fore, oh Lords of honor and chaos
Axemen of the north, swordsmen of the east
Riding boiling waves on painted warships
Helmets of staghorn beetle charge the maws of death (and)
Lightning strikes
Swift blades slice
Cold wind bites
Hundred nights
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(Sound the horn and speak the creed)
(Earthly ties have come undone)
(Match the gods in strength and deed)
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(Songs of heroes unsung)
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Fangs are met with brute force
As Shieldmaids and Valkyries rush onto shore
War monks behead as they go
With Bishamon spearing demons
In droves
Glory to those souls who vow to die fighting
When the prophecies are not on their side
Never yielding in the face of darkness
Never casting off their worthy pride
To the fore, oh Lords of honor and chaos
Axemen of the north, swordsmen of the east
Fighting underneath the crumbling mountains
In this hellish havoc, mankind makes its final stand
Lightning strikes
Swift blades slice
Cold wind bites
Hundred nights
Might makes right
Burn the blight
Paradise
Out of sight